Day One of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd

On this first day
I consider Your birth,
how you were torn from the womb
and flung into the Abyss,
how You were born

falling

and wonder
if I was born falling too.
For it seems I have never stopped falling,
spiralling downward through life,
never up the career ladder,
deeper into the well,
into the Deep,
into You.

I think of how we have both
crawled from the Abyss
and reclaimed our kingdoms –
Yours built out of dragon bones
and mine from words.

I have built mine for You
and welcomed You in as You
have welcomed me into Yours
and each in the other’s we
have been reborn.